We are no longer seeking the path
We are the path
The light is not above us
It is inside the act of choosing

God is not separated from ourselves
We are the prayer
We are the flame
We are the voice in the desert
Calling ourselves home

We are no longer knocking on doors
We are the threshold
The silence is not emptiness
It is the echo of truth waiting to be heard

The miracle is not in the heavens
It is in the bread we break
In the tears we share
In the courage to stay another day

We are not the seekers of light
We are the cracks through which it shines
Not pilgrims to the powerful divine
Nature
But nature remembering its own strength.